Cassie
Brett Matthews apologizing without expecting me to make him feel better was unsettling enough.
Brett Matthews walking away afterward was downright disturbing.
I sat outside the student center for several minutes after he left, staring at the empty spot beside me instead of the project I was supposed to finish. A month ago, Brett would have stayed until I reassured him. I would have told him I knew he wasn’t embarrassed by me, even though I hadn’t known that at all. I would have made some joke, changed the subject, and carried the uncomfortable part home with me.
Today, he carried it himself.
That shouldn’t have mattered.
It did.
By the time I reached Delta that evening, Jill was in the kitchen with Andi, and Sophia was sitting on the counter eating cereal directly from the bo
